#MidnightThoughts

[thislonelypoet]

Nothing hurts more than mourning someone

Who isn't dead.

[sammygoesviral]

### Why Is ‘Modernity’ Constrained to ‘Sex’ in India?

— Samina Shaikh

#MidnightThoughts

India, a land steeped in culture and tradition, epitomizes unity within diversity. Yet, at various levels, it paradoxically contradicts its foundational beliefs. One such contradiction lies in the pervasive taboo surrounding the term ‘sex.’ This discourse transcends mere gender discrimination, which is a narrative unto itself.

In contemporary dialogues, the term ‘sex’ is often relegated to the realm of the ‘modern,’ rarely broached in everyday conversation. Despite being the cradle of the *Kamasutra* and home to a population exceeding 1.4 billion, societal perceptions frequently tether a woman's character and a man’s masculinity to their sexual lives.

It is commonplace to disparage single women for their sexual agency while simultaneously questioning a man’s masculinity if he remains a 'single virgin.' How is it that, despite the passage of centuries of civilization, a stigma persists around this fundamental aspect of human existence that affects every citizen of India?

Why is modernization, in its truest sense, not reflected in the mindset and cultural approach of our society, even as we remain connected to our roots? Why does ‘modern’ invariably connote an upbringing in an ostensibly ‘free’ environment, while we overlook that being ‘modern’ diverges from being merely ‘modest’? Should we assess an individual based on their attire or manner of speech, or, more significantly, their thought processes?

We often proclaim, “Never judge a book by its cover,” yet we routinely violate this adage. On a more profound level, do we genuinely feel an ‘urge to connect’ with someone following a few interactions based solely on their appearance, or is it their intellectual engagement and outlook on life that fosters this connection? We tend to evaluate one another based on superficial attributes; how many among us are willing to delve deeper, seeking to understand the mindset of an individual rather than merely their façade?

Before encountering someone new, we frequently inquire about their ‘character’ or ‘personality,’ yet we seldom make the effort to engage with them on a one-on-one basis, independent of external references. Is this reluctance a contributing factor to the erosion of genuine connection in our chaotic lives, as we persistently contradict our own beliefs or, simply put, judge before we know?

A person may embody a ‘modest’ demeanor while being ‘traditional’ in upbringing; however, this should not preclude us from assessing their credibility without first understanding the myriad experiences that shape them.

Returning to my initial premise, I often find that discussions surrounding the status of being ‘single’ are fraught with implications of misfortune in love or, conversely, the allure of a ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ existence. Yet, we seldom acknowledge an individual's essence as it stands, allowing it to exist without judgment. Why should discussions of ‘sex’ intrude upon the maintenance of interpersonal relationships? Does being ‘modern’ necessitate access to the intimate aspects of another's life? I implore you to reflect on this notion once more.

[thewordnest]

softly surviving

i’m not glowing yet, but i’m gathering light from old wounds, warm people, and quiet victories. slow growth still counts.

[everydaylovejourney]

Whispers of Midnight

Midnight hums in silent tune, a lonely sky, a fading moon. The world asleep, yet here I stay, with thoughts too loud to drift away.

Shadows dance upon my wall, memories rise, then softly fall. A name I swore I’d leave behind, but still, it lingers in my mind.

I trace the stars, I chase the past, wondering why some things don’t last. Hands once held, now empty space, time erases, yet not a trace.

The night is long, the echoes deep, love once lost still sings in sleep. And though the dawn will come too soon, some hearts are carved into the moon. 🌙💙

[beautifullittlefool96]

I just miss my breath being taken away by a kiss

[gini-greenfog8]

"Just A Page"

Maybe he was just a page in my story. But it was a page that I can't forget even if I wants to and I keep turning to that same page over and over again.

I keep writing that same chapter over and over again hoping the ending will change or I can give the ending our story deserves even if it's just a page in our story.

[deliveren777]

Kaçıyorum kokundan, saçının beyazından, elinden, sesinden, gülüşünden kaçıyorum ne zamandır. Kendi aklımda kendimi soktuğum bu işten çıkıcam derken daha da büyük hatalara sürükleniyor adını bile unutuyor yine de kokunu unutamıyorum. Haftalardır hatta belki de aylardır kalbin kalbime değmemişti. Ne güzel gidiyorduk farklı yollarda gene de yan yana. Kabullendim ben bizi artık ama sanki her kalbime değişin o kadar sıradan bir olay ki. Bir sabah ayazında sıcak kahve dumanıyla ayılıp çam kokusunu ciğerime dolduruyor gibi hissediyor ve sanki evrende o an o yerden daha güvenli hiçbir yer yok gibi her anını binlerce kere yaşıyorum.

14.10.24// Deliveren

[thislonelypoet]

it wasn't until I looked up

and watched the stars burst

that I knew then

you were the darkness,

not the thing so beneign

nor as bright or hopeful

as the many of the night.

[sarahrepohio]

kind of reflection...

Story: Ao No Flag It's near midnight and I cannot sleep after just finishing this manga. I don't know, I feel like I need to say about what I am feeling right now. I cannot explain how I am feeling about happiness. It feels lonely and it feels just right when I read the ending. I'm scared. Every character been doing their best at the end, it's not perfect but they tried to make their own path, trying to find their happiness, doing their own thing and being happy about it, even if it's not perfect. And it made me scared about my life, I didn't really think about what I wanted. What do I want to do in my life? Right now, I just want to do my best and survive at work, that's not kind of happiness I wanted. I want to make my own path and have someone I could share my feelings with. I want to change, and I need to take a step. I want to change and find my own happiness. I'm 22 and going 23 now, I'm still young, I need to change for myself. I need to start. I can draw my own path like the characters. This book is so good that I want to recommend it to people. Be entertained and learn a lesson from this book.

[a-midnight-duel]

Anonymous typing

It's July 31st, 2023

As of late I've been trying to get some of my thoughts down on paper and I've found it so... difficult! It's been so intimidating!

It's like my brain heard my plea to get things done "properly" and automatically started malfunctioning! I've been struggling so much with perfectionism, AKA the grappling fear of FKCNG up. So much so, I've been too scared to even get started.

So this is me, typing at midnight, saying FCK it! I'll vomit my thoughts onto this page and not look back. I'll vent, scream and probably cry a little while typing my confessions in the anonymity (sort of) of the internet.

Whoever you may be, dear reader, you're welcome to join on this strange journey into the wordy unknown.

Wishing you the least number of nightmares as possible, I bid you good night!

Sincerely,

Your anonymous Typist

[memestormusa]

🧠 Me Trying to Understand Life at 3AM

Why did I open the fridge 12 times? Why do I remember that one embarrassing thing from 5 years ago? Why do feelings have no logic? 😩

Meanwhile my brain: ➗ + 🧮 × 🤔 = ❓

📉 I’m not even solving problems anymore, I’m just vibing with the confusion.

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[k1k1mberly]

II. Azu,

silent nights, where i find myself burried deep down in my paper works, in which i also hate. Staying awake just because of a silly sole reason, You;

Moving a body which i have abandoned long a go, but i grew to love it. Just because someone is waiting for my presence, You;

Sitting silently, longing for a silent night, was never alone again for me. Aburply i also shocked myself that someone, somewhere out there, is waiting for my voice. You;

[stingscustom]

Awake with the Weight of a Restless Mind

I can't sleep because my brain's doing the midnight marathon thing again. Why is the answer to everything always clearer at 3 a.m.?

[gini-greenfog8]

"Never be"

Maybe i am still standing there,

Waiting for you.

But you can't come back...

Even if you come back one day

You will never be

The one I have been waiting for.

[merikaysara]

Whispers of a Restless Night

It’s 12:04 AM, and the silence of this Tuesday is broken by a thought of you, Kay. Your latest snap, that black top teasing the world with your amazing boobs, those white shorts hugging you just right flashes in my mind like a forbidden spark. I can’t lie, yaar, it gets me hard, my hand moving to the rhythm of imagining you, those curves driving me to lose myself in the quiet. The constant urge to finger you, feel you melt under my touch, lingers like a shadow I can’t shake. It’s all a wild thought, a midnight muse that keeps me awake, celebrating your power over me. What secret thrill would you let this night hold for us, if only in our heads?

[darkinkwhispers]

𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.